In a small town down a two-lane road,
Where neon signs meet gravel streets,
You hear the laughter at the corner store,
As church bells ring with a steady beat.
It's the country heartbeat, it's the way we live,
From Saturday night to the Sunday lift.
Sunrise over pinewoods, moonlight on the streets,
It's the rhythm of our lives, and we like it that way.
By the riverside, where the jukebox spins,
Boots on the floor, and hats held high,
The band plays on, never gonna quit,
It's the country heartbeat, and we're feeling alive.